Fran and Mike had moved a few months after the time our last story took place. They now lived in Georgia for Mike’s work but still came down to visit and for events. We always tried to get together when they came down, but we weren’t always so lucky. They texted me a few weeks before they came up. They were attending a wedding and were hoping I would be in town. I said I was and made sure to block it off on my calendar. The only thing that would prevent me from seeing them was work and luckily there was not last minute emergency trip because of a client emergency.
Tag: Oral
Sweaty after work sex [MF] [feet] [oral]
“I’m so hot!” Sophia announced as she breezes into the house.
She’d be at work all day, a key worker, and it’d been roasting hot. I’d looked up from my now familiar position on the sofa where I’d set up base for the past two weeks since lockdown was announced; the trigger seeing me move into Sophia’s place.
She did indeed look hot. In both meanings of the word. A smart dark grey dress, black tights and smart black buckle shoes, tight but not too tight, showed of her incredibly athletic figure.
Her long auburn hair glossy, tied back but with a little fringe stuck to her face where she’d been sweating in the April heatwave. Her cheeks were flushed highlighting her freckles on her face and shoulders.
I heard the fridge door open and the clunking of a bottle on the kitchen side and clinking of glasses being taken from the cupboard.
Sophia reappeared. A pair of glasses and a frosty bottle of Prosecco in her hands, she smiled and told me what a busy day she’d had, hot hot it’d been and how badly behaved her class was today.
A Mistress First, A Mother Second – Part 5 [OC] [MMF] [Cheating] [Cuckold] [Incest] [D/S] [Feminization]
Part 1: https://redd.it/g3lkem
Part 2: https://redd.it/g461zn
Part 3: https://redd.it/g4vc6j
Part 4: https://redd.it/g6ju0f
“Hey kid! Come clean this up” Tony said demandingly while pointing at his cum coated cock. My son clearly was shaken. He was scared that he’d get a beating if he didn’t do as he was told. He obeyed the alpha. Just like his mother. He slowly crawled over to bed still covered in his own cum. He took his time and it looked like he was thinking if he should obey or run away. It seems like he’s obeying. Tony’s erect penis was a mere inch away from my son’s face. One little thrust or a slip would make it touch his lips. I turned around to get a better view. I had to watch this.
He looked up at Tony with his green eyes. Looking reluctant, he moved closer and started off with a light lick. I saw a trail of cum stick to his tongue and then drip down onto his chin. He slurped it up and the sound of him swallowing ran through my ears. The taste of Tony’s cum must’ve awakened something in my son. He reminded me of myself when I was younger; he was my son after all. His long hair coupled with him sucking my lover off made him look feminine. If his cock wasn’t out in the open, you would’ve thought that he was a girl.
“in/out, up/down…”
We both enter the elevator. We take our normal positions in the rear of the car facing the doors. I have my attache case in standard pose, holding it with both hands in front of me. It’s three minutes until five…we can already hear the increased noise of people filling the halls, looking forward to a well earned weekend. We press no destination, we simply wait and it is not long.
The call lights begin activating as people on dozens of floors now look to leave. In less than 30 seconds, the car has reached the first light and fills almost to capacity. We are now in the back, almost against the wall but my case ensures enough room for what we have planned.
As the numbers begin ticking…you begin our game. Without any expression or change in position to risk alerting others…you very slowly move your open hand behind my attache case.
As we both look forward…filling our roles as non-descript employees like everyone else…I feel the back of your hand softly brush against the hardness my case was concealing. Slowly…very slowly…you gently slide your hand up and down the bulge in my Dockers.
Butch for femme – [queer POV] [body worship] [oral]
Boticelli couldn’t have painted her better— the Venus sprawled across my bed. She watches me through hooded eyes as I slowly undo the buttons of my white dress shirt. Her red hair cascades across the pillows and she lazily moves a hand to brush a ringlet out of her face. I can’t take my eyes off her. Drinking her in. She’s the most magnificent creature I’ve ever seen. A goddess among mere mortals.
As the last button comes undone, my shirt slides to the floor. *Hmmm.* She bites her lip appreciatively as I shimmy the undershirt over my head. I take a deep breath as my chest comes free, noticing the glint of the light on the bars in my nipples.
“Pants,” she murmurs. I oblige. Raising an eyebrow, I slowly undo my belt, sliding it through each loop of my dress pants. It makes a wonderful whipping noise as I pull it free, and we both shudder with anticipation– *too soon, not yet, later.* I hold the eye contact as my fingers deftly unbutton the black pants, allowing them to slide down my legs. I step out of them, a welcome addition to the puddle of clothes at my feet.
A Greek Princess ravaged by Achilles sister [ff] [Fdom] [oral] [bondage]
This is part 4 of a series which I had been calling “The Princess fucks herself to sleep”.
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King Theodore had arranged a formal gathering of suitors for Helena at the castle. Her father barely even believed in the gods, so the Princess couldn’t understand his insistence on following this tradition and found it infuriating.
Three families had shown up to the dining hall to present their candidate suitor. Each family pushed their son eagerly in front of King Theodore for inspection. The strongest warriors and fiercest commanders of each respective army stood around in immaculate chest plating, decorative helmets made to look the head of a bear or tiger, and multi-layered leather defensive skirts which left their muscular legs bare, all in a boast of military and financial power.
Helena found the whole affair quite dull, though she cheered up a bit when halfway through the first family’s introduction, she stopped paying attention to the proceedings and began looking at the muscular bodies of the men standing along side the families. She felt a heating rising inside herself and leant over to her servant, Ophelia.
The best fuck I’ve [F] ever had [M]
So, a couple of weeks ago I found out about edging and OH MY GOD, why haven’t I always been doing this? I am a nurse who works 12s, meaning I only work 3-4 days a week, but my husband is gone all week and doesn’t work weekends. I’m incredibly horny by nature, and most days I would wake up and use one of my toys to get myself off a couple of times before he comes home. I’m a “long time lurker, first time poster” and was checking out a couple of things on here when I came (ha.) across edging. I decided to try it for the day and see what happens when he gets home.
A little more on us: My husband is 9 years older than me and literally the most attractive man I’ve ever met. Outside of the bedroom, he is the most polite loving man, inside is a different story. He’s about 6’1, brown hair and thick beard with some grey in it (which I think is so sexy), muscular, and tan, as he works outside every day. He has a solid 7.5 inch cock, not too thick, but with a perfect curve that hit all the right spots. All in all, he’s a fucking catch. I’m an average build I’d say, 120lbs, 5’3, 34D boobs, cute little butt, long brown hair and big brown eyes that are good for looking into when I’m sucking cock. I would honestly stand by it when I say that he’s the hot one in the relationship (lol).
Human Anatomy and Sexuality Class – Week Three [MF][Exhib][HandJob][Oral][Squirting]
Week Three – The Reproductive System
The next week seemed to drag by; I couldn’t get my mind off last class, and how I ate out my sister-in-law Rachel and was given a hand-job by a complete stranger, who then proceeded to catch and swallow all of my cum like an expert. Thinking about it though made me a horn-dog at home, and my wife Leslie had never been happier. I probably should have felt guilty that I was being used as a live subject, along with her sister, for our Human Anatomy and Sexuality class, and maybe to some extent I did; however I justified it by telling myself that Leslie was benefiting from it as well, and my love for her had never been stronger. In my justifying mind, I had not technically had intercourse with another, and was therefore not cheating on her. I tried not to think too hard about what weeks 6 and 7 had in store for us in class.
Office Oral Overtime (M/F Oral) (repost)
NOTE: I had a great response to this so I thought I’d repost during lockdown. DM’s open – (F)eel free to send me a message.
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She walks in and sits at my desk.
She’d sent a text. She said she wanted to see me. She said she needed to discuss an extensive change order. It was a bulletpointed request order from the client.
My reply back – find me in my office. If I wasn’t there, my notes were likely on my desktop, she’s free to go through them.
She scooted my desk chair in a little.
She crossed her legs.
She’s wearing a pencil skirt of moderate length and leather zip-up boots with a low heal.
She clicks on my mouse to get my desktop up. The desktop is filled with a Word Doc – three sentences in micro font.
She highlights the font and brings them to size 14.
I had written two lines:
Say “hello, Sir” once – say nothing else.
Uncross your legs.
She wiggles her left leg – the one that’s crossed and raised in the air, as if she were tapping the toe end of her boot. Finally her toe tapping stops.
Being reassured by my girl[F]riend after being kicked out and the pande[M]ic worsened. [Long]
>*The fucked up part is that, while I can’t swear I’m representing dialogues verbatim, the actions leading up to sex are pretty much what actually happened during this streak of rather odd luck.*
A very naked Olive was using my arm as her pillow. That made getting to my phone a tad difficult. I managed to grab the pesky device and checked the message. I had it on *Do Not Disturb*, so whatever had come through the filter had to be important.
A text from DJ: “Hey, cousin. Unfortunately, I got not great news.”
I had flown to Olive, and, the moment I got to the Airbnb, airports started canceling flights left and right as the COVID-19 situation exploded. I was risking being stranded not close to home. I needed the distraction, for I had recently moved out of my house, as my once-open marriage was headed straight into divorce. DJ had told me I could stay with him if I helped with minor stuff. “Not great news” sounded like insult *and* injury, to say the very least.
I typed my response: “What’s up? Need help with something?”